july 4th, 2011

you, rearranging
heart pieces in the corner
of the room:
sweet green eyes,
colors of the clearest natural waterhole
wandering feet have ever
crossed over

a fireworks show
that starts without warning
on the side of the road
during the darkest night

a pair of arms
outstretched to wrap
around a tired, aimless
body,

a home when
everything outside has
made you feel
like an unwanted visitor:

a sight that remains
sweeter and sweeter
everytime i look for it